Resident Evil oneshots

Jack Krauser

This was a request for tooth-rotting fluff. (Post OJ Krauser)
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The sun blared through the cracks in the curtain as you finally woke up.

Krauser was somehow still asleep, so you decided to make breakfast.

You slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the kitchen.

You got out the food and pans and started to cook as Krausers large hands hugged your waist.

You turned around and kissed him on the cheek before turning your head back to the food.

"So, what do you wanna do today, Jack?" You asked, flipping some of the pancakes over.

Krauser let go as he thought about what to do.

"We should just stay home and relax, maybe catch up on that show you've been watching?" Krauser finally answered.

You hummed in agreement and plated the last bit of food.

Krauser grabbed his plate and sat on the couch. You sat down next to him and turned on your show.

You both ate in silence, apart from laughing a few times.

After a while, you grabbed the plates and placed them into the dishwasher.

Krauser watched you before getting up and headed into your bedroom.

You turned off the TV and crept into your room.

Krauser sat on the bed and smiled softly at you.

"So, wanna go out later, or are you gonna make dinner tonight?" He asked as he got up.

You shrugged and grabbed a shirt and shorts.

You put your clothes on and sat next to him.

"If I have to make dinner, then I have to go shopping." You groaned.

"What's so bad about that?" Krauser asked.

"It's so hot outside." You moaned, falling back onto the bed.

Krauser rolled his eyes and looked at you.

"It's not gonna kill you." He assured.

You mumbled something and got up.

"What was that? I didn't hear you, Comrade."

"I didn't say anything." You mumbled again.

He chuckled softly and got up.

"Fast food is expensive. Plus, your cooking is better than what any restaurant has to offer." He said with a smirk.

"My cooking is a dumpster fire held together with spices. Plus, buying stuff is just as expensive." You groaned.

"I'm a second away from dragging you to the store with my good arm." He declared.

"Make me." You spat back jokingly.

He slowly walked over to you and looked at you with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, sweetheart."

He proceeded to hoist you onto his shoulder and headed for the door.

You didn't fuss and simply sighed in defeat.

"Fine, we'll go to the store. Just put me down."

He set you down and headed downstairs.

You both slipped some shoes on and prepared to face the blaring heat of the unforgiving sun.
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After a while, you both set the bags of food on the counter.

"I wish I could've punched that old bitch." You said, setting a bag of potatoes on the far end of the counter.

Krauser looked at you with a serious look. "You don't need another merit on your record."

"That bitch was berating that poor cashier because of an expired coupon. You know that shit gets on my nerves."

"I know. Doesn't mean that you should punch an old lady." Krauser sighed, putting some stuff in the pantry.

"I get that. But it still pissed me off."

You leaned against the counter and watched Krauser put the last bit of food away.

He shut the door and walked over to you, kissing your forehead softly.

"You're pretty when you're pissed off." He remarked, lifting your chin slightly.

You looked at him and smirked.

"Noted."
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I am still working on the other request, but expect a couple more weeks on that.

After it's finished, I may discontinue this book. Or it'll be on another incredibly long hiatus.

See you in the next part,

~+Clover+~